h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I should have previewed it. It was in cyrillic.

I don't get it. What do all these figures mean?
I expect Russian sites to be in Cyrilic writing, that's why I asked you, indirectly.
So you read the book! Wow!
I had a Flemish booklist for my final exams Dutch, with De Coster's Tijl Uilenspiegel on it.
The Russian film I must have seen somewhere in the beginning of the seventies on the German telly. It's in black and white, situated in a surrounding with forests. (Bit odd.) I remember a really beautiful scene of the three of them, Tijl, Nele and Lamme Goedzak hurrying down a path going through the trees and the fog hanging low. The film captures the loneliness and isolation of their situation. Also the last of the book, them going to the beach trying to get to England and then I can't quite remember but I think they die, don't they?

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0074784/

That took some searching. And - shame on me - Tijl was actually played by an Estonian actor.
I don't remember much about the book, I must admit. I guess I read it some 20 years ago.

That's the one!
I'm pretty sure of it. The year is 1976 is about correct in my memory. The German telly must have been keen to broadcast it. The votes from viewers is very high, 16 x 10!

A month or so I visited Damme. It's now very touristy with many restaurants called Lamme Goedzak or Uylenspieghel around the main square in front of the old city hall. Farmers on tractors are frequently driving through the main street coming back from the fields and making a lot of noise.
I wandered up to the church and then strolled futher along the main street to have a look at the city walls. Half way, there is a high wall and an big iron gate that was closed . I heard noises from chickens and cattle coming from behind it. So I bent down and had a peep through the keyhole and there was the farmer, standing in between the chickens, cows and pigs having a pee.
He looked like Lamme Goedzak, short, tubby with his belly poking out from beneath his shirt.

So it's all there... Sometimes places in the books are all unreachable - ancient Greece, other star system, Holland, Moon, fairyland etc.

He was bald as well
Yes, some of it's still all there. You have to look for it though, with the council of Damme being very strict and aiming at middle-class-well-to-do customers to spend their in one of the restaurants.
The Spanish built Damme up as a fortress against the rebellions during the 80-years war. But there were no forrests in the vicinity of Damme, the ground being clay mostly used as pastures for cows and towards the coast, sheep. The North Sea at that time still being the dominant character in the play and causing havoc frequently by coming inland. The end of Charles de Coster's Tijl Uylenspiegel becomes one big hallucination on the beach if I remember rightly (gave the book away), now this is set out as a route for car-drivers going up North towards Sluis and Cadzand in Holland.

You must be the first person I meet who actually read Charles De Coster's book.

I was a read bookworm in my teenage years and they had translated it into Estonian. After all it's a good book. Quite depressing at some point, though.

Yes, it is.
Originally it was written in French, 'archaicic French', De Coster being a french speaking Belgian. It reminds me of Marguerite Yourcenar's L'Oeuvre de Noir, Hermetisch Zwart, this book being in the same time setting, and also with a hero from Flandres, this time Bruges. Zeno is born as a result of a fling between a Flemish girl from a merchant family in Bruges and an aristocratic Italian father on a diplomatic mission in Flandres. The mother marries a older man a rich merchant from Zeeland who is a protestant. The books describes Zeno's travels through Europe, studying in Paris to become a doctor, and follows the different factions of protestantism, the battle of the workers for better working conditions in the spinning industry, the general havoc of the civil war and court life at the time of Margareta of Parma at Mechelen.

It's great!

That one has been published in Estonian, too. The title is Opus nigrum. I haven't read it. Yet.

Ah, it lovely. Opus nigrum, very good. She has this other book, Hadrian's Memoirs as well. It's top of the bill.

Yes, we have that one too. Also Le coup de grace. I haven't read any of those.

Neither have I. I read her childhood memoirs, and of a dream. Anyway for the link with the Russian director. I had been looking for it from time to time. I even started to wonder if I hadn't dreamt the film up. It happens sometimes.

You're welcome. I know the feeling of dreaming up the things like whole movies and such.

Yes, it's good. Today I dreamt I woke up in the house of the neighbours. The dream ended a long time afterward of me being discovered hiding behind a curtain in a room of a house unknown to me.

Yeah, it was really exiting. At the end of the dream I walked into this corridor and there was a guy in a wheelchair looking at another guy further along the corridor sitting with his back turned towards him. The guy in the wheelchair said I should hide. He was waving towards this door which gave way to a room. The lights in the room were turned on and my dog was sitting on a pedestal grinning at me. Opposite her the windows doors were open letting in a cool breeze that made the curtains flap. So I turned the light switch to make the room dark and stood behind the flapping curtains. Then suddenly the curtains were pushed aside and there I stood smiling my head off.

You seem to have good memory on dreams. I remember those once a week maybe.

Yes. Yesterday I was tired. Very nice day it was. Very sunny. I hardly slept a wink the night before. So in the afternoon with no one in the house and all being quiet I took the chance for a refreshing afternoon nap and an adventure at the same time.

Those afternoon naps tend to be most entertaining. Too bad there's hardly ever time for those.

True. The more absurd they are, the better they are. The wheelchair for instance, is coming from a conversation with a friend about her father a few hours before the nap. He now living in a home for the elderly in my old neighbourhood. The guy that pushes the curtains away lives there in one of the old small houses. Apart from saying 'hello' we never ever had a converstation worth mentioning. So everything falls together like a jigsaw puzzle in the end.